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Sunshine,
Radiant sunshine.
The days are long,
And I feel blue.
Please shine on me too,
This world longs for darkness.
With spots of light,
As days become unending night.
So sunshine,
Oh radiant sunshine.
How long till peace comes through?
If I should ever wilt away,
Please oh sunshine.
Shine on me too.
Heaven
Oh
Lord
I
Dreamt
A
Year full of memories
 Dec 2015 Jana Chehab
Luna Lynn
did you ever see his face
as he took your innocence away
did you ever look into evil's eyes
did you play the devil's games
did you try to **** yourself
when it was all over
because the blood wouldn't wash from your thighs
did you scream into your pillow at night
so no one heard your cries
did you watch your world go up in fire that retracted your soul in smoke
did you mask the pain with the blade of change just so you could cope
did you feel like you just might not make it
did you wonder how much longer you could take it
did you wonder how people could say that you faked it
did you ever wonder why you

did it happen to you?
(C) Maxwell 2015

This poem was inspired by all abuse victims who become lost in a mist consumed of people who'd rather support their abusers than to heal the abused. I stand with you, because I am a victim too.
You are definitely not my type
Except for the dark hair and dark eyes  
You're eyes, intimidating as hell
At the same time they show kindness flowing from a bottomless well
Taller than me, but not by much
You're not body builder built
Instead built with a teddy bear touch
You act aloof, uncaring, so confusing
Then you turn around and make me smile, find life amusing
You know when to tell me to pull myself up
You know when I just need your touch
You take in stride my analytical ways
You haven't left, so far you've stayed
You call me a saint and you the devil's advocate
And I swear the line wasn't erased, you took it and smashed it    
But no, you're not my type at all
So I wonder why it is that I have started to fall
#notmytype #fall #?
 Dec 2015 Jana Chehab
Katie Katie
It's strange, now that we have this technology
We know it's poisonous, but we're hooked
My words don't come out from my mouth, my fingertips write
Why speak or compose a letter when we can text together? Right?

It's like the words I say flow too naturally, and I'm not as afraid
They're the same thoughts- day and night- haunting my brain
But when I shoot 'em in a text it's like it's not real, it's not the same
A sad emoji replaced your empathy, and you move on with your day  

Like our words are no longer valid
*Like nothing ever even happened
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